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did you ever even lose sleep over me?

You little thief. Even when I don't see you anymore, You continue to steal These pockets of my time, Where I think of you still.

thieving. k.s.h.

I don't laugh as hard as I used to, But at least my shoulders feel lighter than before.

bits of letting you go; k.s.h.

I swear I won't forget you. But I hope as the days go by, I'll think of you less.

forgive or forget; k.s.h.

As long as you're in my life, I will always have a reason to smile.

single promise; k.s.h.

It's bittersweet. The way you used to call me baby, and I'd demand you say my name instead. "I am my own person," I would explain. You would smile and agree, but still call me your baby. And now, you say my name exclusively. I wonder if it feels foreign in your mouth. I should've let you just call me baby.

k.s.h.

"I haven't seen this picture in forever," he said. She smiled, and he didn't notice the sadness in her eyes. After all, he was her present and future, but she was just his past.

k.s.h.

I choose hope, Just like I choose you. But I am tired of hoping That you'll finally choose me too.

k.s.h.

You made me wicked and wild, Until I was reckless and fearless, But the fire you started became too much For you to contain, to control. So you thought to leave me abandoned, But actually, I burn brighter on my own.

k.s.h.

i love this as my one hundredth piece.

Your story will be the one I tell To my future daughter Going through her first heartbreak. I only hope that after, she'll say, "Dad - I can't believe you did that."

k.s.h.

Your actions have shown That your words are just lies.

k.s.h.

I miss you. No amount of poetry could have said that more clearly.

clarity; k.s.h.

sincerelyk

when i was five, i thought scary was my brother putting on a glow in the dark mask and popping out from behind the door.

when i was fifteen, i thought scary was this dressed-up zombie putting his arm around me as i crawled through a haunted mansion.

at twenty five, i know scary as the thought that creeps up at night of what we could’ve been, and who you are now with her.

- i feel like screaming on Halloween. (k.s.h.)

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this is what scary means. k.s.h. (one year ago.)

birthday wishes - will you let me write you a love note?

I spent my birthday wish last year on a boy that I write all these words for. This year, I want to spend it celebrating the wonderful support I’ve found on tumblr.

I would love to send any and all of my followers a love note as a small thank you for reading, reposting, and embracing the work i’ve been spilling on this blog. If you let me, I want to ship out a handwritten rewrite of one of my works, or just some gentle words of encouragement and thanks.

If you’d like a snail mail love note as much as I would like to send one out, I just need these things from you:

*Please be a follower. Your support means so much to me. *Reblog your favorite work of mine so I can handwrite it to you. *Private message me your mailing address and I promise I will only use it to send you a note!

[Due to the expense of sending post mail, I am not sure how many I can send out. Please be understanding, bare with me, and let’s see how this goes!]

i know that this is supposed to be my purely poetic page, but i just had to share this song to anyone willing to listen. it holds my heart in such a way of sorrow and forgiveness and a sense of reality.

i can’t make you love me, but if i could - oh, i would love you so.

#personal

You ask me to just coffee, And I am jealous the cup Gets to kiss your lips Over and over again.

k.s.h.

Did you breathe air into my lungs Just so that you could Knock it out of me when you left?

k.s.h.

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